What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Zhang Duan was silent in his miserable wind and rain.

Feng Talisman leaned closer and asked considerately: "Is it not possible? Then change it to something else."

She blinked her eyes and fell into another thought: "But, I really can't think of anything else in Yumen...it's useful."

The young girl's voice was like saltpeter soaked in honey, as soon as she touched the sudden anger in the Yumen disciple's heart, it quickly ignited a dark purple poisonous flame.

The group of female disciples in green shirts suddenly retracted their umbrellas, and the sharp tip of the umbrellas cut gold and stones on the rocky ground.

After hearing this, Fengfu smiled, moved to the leader's side, and gently pinched the woman's wrist with his delicate five fingers. Strength is like a snake's belly dragging past, cold and poisonous.But when she was flustered, that hand had already slipped down, and Shi Shiran snatched her green and white paper umbrella.

The jade umbrella handle is warm to the touch, reflecting the soft catkins of the beautiful woman, and it is even more radiant.

Fengfu stroked the warm round handle with his palm, and smiled intermittently at Zhang: "Oh, I forgot, this umbrella is also considered a treasure. Although it is a bit redundant on sunny days, it can at least be used to cover Cover up the bad luck."

"..."

"Zhang Tanzhu, you came all the way, so I took this jade umbrella as a gift for you. As for other things in your Yumen...whether it is things or people, I have no interest at all."

While breathing, Zhang intermittently raised his shoulders slowly, and then slowly sank, he let out a sigh of regret.

"Is Hall Master Feng really no longer thinking about it?"

Feng Fu narrowed his eyes: "Why didn't you think more about it before you came to be this pawn?"

"I'm not a pawn." His expression changed from slight regret to sad sadness, "I am the inseparable arm of the head teacher."

This remark made people feel a little weird and creepy.

After Zhang intermittently appeared, people always felt that he was "positive", not righteous, but normal. His every move was like that of a ruthless and loyal ordinary subordinate, just like a message machine, a marionette. However, the subject of his speech is always "Yumen" and "Headmaster", not himself, which is obviously a way of hiding himself under this identity.

But at this moment, he actually emphasized his importance to Bai Xingyun in front of everyone in the Unfeeling Sect, mourning like a virtuous minister who was exiled, or a resentful concubine who was neglected.

Fengfu noticed the gray stagnation of sticky skin and bones released by him, and took a half step back vigilantly.

Not many people in the Jianghu know how the people in Yumen practice cultivation, but she knows that they have a common and distinctive feature-hypocrisy and sentimentality.

Yumen's gentlemen's demeanor and elegant attitude are not because of their noble character and strict family rules, but because "love" has only two uses for them, one is for cultivation, and the other is for killing people. , They all show others hypocrisy, protecting and stinging their "feelings".

Those who can practice this way must have the most delicate nerves, have the most sensitive hearts, nourish their desires and indulge their emotions, nourish their nature and shape their shapes, and they must get corresponding rewards for their deep affection. Yong, maybe a copulation, maybe a death.

When they show their emotions, they show their murderous intent.

"So, I have to take care of what the teacher wants to do." Zhang continued, "If Hall Master Feng is still so dishonest, I have no choice but to invite you to come to Yumen for an in-depth discussion."

"Oh?" Feng Fu sneered, and shook his sleeves to throw out the rope dart, "I don't know who is not sincere, and they don't even come to the door in person to propose marriage. Since you are his arm, you should suffer this for him!"

The silver dart twisted and looped with the string, and the silver blade that could cut gold and jade stood sharply on the snow-white knuckles of the wind talisman, making a buzzing sound.

Zhang Duan's sleeves drooped down, as if being pulled by some heavy object, or as if being drenched in cold water, he had to fall with the force of the water - he poured all his internal energy into the ends of his limbs.

One is floating in the wind, and the other is stagnant and flowing in the soil depression.

Lightness and heaviness, dryness and wetness are in confrontation.

[In the first round, please choose the winner you think, you have ten seconds to make a choice - ten, nine, eight, seven...]

Xu Chuilu was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes quickly moved back and forth between the two of them. At the same time, he didn't forget to secretly scold the system for being cunning-the two of them were about to place a bet before they showed any martial arts. What's the difference between this and blind guessing?

[Wind talisman—of course it is a wind talisman, no matter in terms of appearance or camp, she has a better chance of winning. 】

[OK, your selection has been entered. ]

[However... what does the first scene mean?Do you have to fight one-on-one every time?Obviously, both sides have brought so many people, it can't be justified without gang fights, right?Moreover, with more than a thousand disciples of the Unfeeling Sect, is it reasonable for Fengfu to fight Zhang Duan alone?At least Shui Lian will help, right? 】

[Host, I understand your ignorance and disregard for the rules of the world, but——]

[It's already a magic gate, so what are the rules of the rivers and lakes? Winning is the last word. Isn't the logic of martial arts so simple and extensive? 】

[A true master duel cannot be interfered by others.The leaders of the two sides exchanged views to reduce casualties. ]

[So these disciples are just here to fill the show and watch the show for free? 】

[Maybe, you also want to join the battle? ]

……

[Sorry, I forgot that I am also a member of the Unfeeling Sect, the rules of the world, peace first, great. 】

[It is a rare opportunity for people with high savvy to learn a lot from a battle. ]

Zhao Lu reminded.

[Understood, it's the same as watching a big guy's live broadcast and drawing. A layman watches the excitement, and an expert watches the way. 】

[… So, where exactly are you looking? ]

In fact, Xu Chuilu had already withdrawn her gaze. Firstly, it was because her eyes were tired from looking far away for too long, and it was too much to watch standing in the back row. Second, she didn’t want to pay attention to the battle situation before the results came out—just like she never paid attention to the results when she was a student. Same answer before coming out.

So she boredly observed the expressions of the people around her, most of them were as engrossed as Zhao Lu said, and the most serious one was Xuan Jian, she held her breath and focused her eyes without blinking, she was simply a good disciple and a role model for us.

As expected of a junior uncle.

Probably because her admiring eyes lingered on the other party for a while, Xuan Jian noticed something and looked up at her: "Sister Xu, do you want to come with me?"

"Ah...uh."

what?

Xu Chuilu didn't know why, so she only answered vaguely twice, but Xuanjian was already walking forward holding her sleeve.

Seeing Xuan Jianxing approaching, several rows of Jueqing Sect disciples standing in front immediately stepped aside respectfully to let him go, and Xu Chuilu's vision suddenly widened.However, when the two had surpassed the disciples in the first row, Xuan Jian's pace still did not stop.

Where else do you want to go?This is obviously already a VIP seat.

They are getting closer and closer to the center of the battle.

In the end, Xuan Jian stopped beside Shui Lian, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Xu Chuilu froze.

[Host, now you can seriously watch and judge. ]

Thank you, the new location is flat, with a clear view, surrounded by three-dimensional, immersive, but it is a bit cold when the palm wind hits the face.

Now she is more worried that watching this fight will kill her.

She is not worthy of a master duel.